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Joey Wants To Be A “G.”

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Inspired by Nick August @thenickaugust, BarryNishizawa @BarryNishizawa, and Winkle. @CharlieWinkle1. All these fine gentlemen can be found at their respective handles on Twitter. Let us begin…

Joey flipped open his laptop and logged onto the membership site. He waited impatiently as the banner loaded and the secret forum booted up. He scrolled quickly, looking for something, anything new, from the Leader. There was nothing. Nothing since 4 am this morning. It was now 6 am.

“I wonder what’s keeping him?” Joey thought. He was slightly perspiring as he typed the Leader’s handle into the search function, hoping against hope that He had posted something that Joey had somehow over-looked. Nothing new.

When Joey first joined Twitter, a little over 3 weeks ago, he was pathetic. He didn’t have a girlfriend, he was fat, and his job, well, let’s not talk about that, shall we? But now? Now Joey had a mission. He was going to do it. He was going to become a G. He had no idea what a G was, but dammit, that’s what he was going to do!

The first step in becoming a G was joining the exclusive G Club. It was only $49.97 a month. Joey could do that, he had some money in the bank. So at the encouragement of the Leader, via Twitter, Joey hit the “subscribe” button on the website, pulled out his credit card, entered his information, and bam! He was in.

Oh the forum was glorious! The Leader was everywhere, all the time, it seemed. There were guys, guys just like Joey, who wanted to be G’s. They had all sorts of questions and topics, ranging anywhere from getting the girls, to bitcoin, to lifting weights and diet.

Joey was in heaven. Finally he found the answer. He was going to get his life in order, become a G, make millions doing drop-shipping, and end up driving lamborghini’s and banging hot babes. It was all here. All the answers he could ever want were here in the G Club.

The Leader had pinned a message welcoming all new G Potentiates. That’s what Joey was, a G Potentiate. There were helpful links to a F.A.Q. section. These were the most frequently asked questions. The Leader encouraged all new Potentiates to read the F.A.Q. because most of their questions had probably already been asked and had been answered here. Joey understood this. The Leader was a busy G. He didn’t have time to keep answering the same questions over and over again.

There was a section of the forum that was dedicated to Potentiate Second Class. Joey had access to this one too. For an additional $10.97 a month, he was able to unlock this section of the forum. Inside there were the guys known as The G Brotherhood. These were guys that were well on their way to becoming a G. One of the great things about being Potentiate Second Class, was you got a little star next to your avatar and you could give out information and advice to the standard Potentiates. Joey had been quiet so far, because well, he had only been a Potentiate Second Class for about a week. Besides, he felt he needed to watch the Leader’s video called “Being A G Is For Me” at least two or three more times before he felt comfortable handing out advice.

Joey clicked on “Being A G Is For Me” and began watching. The production was top notch. No expense was spared. Joey couldn’t believe that he bought this video for only $79.97. He would have easily payed four times that amount, that’s how good the video was. There was the Leader in all His Glory, standing there, flexing his biceps while a beautiful young woman was feeding him grapes. Joey couldn’t believe it, he couldn’t believe how lucky he was that he found the G Club and the Leader.

The video ended twenty minutes later and Joey was pumped. The Leader was so inspiring! Joey could still hear the Leader’s voice in his head, “Your life is fucked up because you’re a fuck up. Get your shit together. Be better than that. Be a G like me.” Joey then went back into the main forums to see if anything new had been posted.

Oh! There was! While Joey had been watching “Being A G Is For Me,” the Leader had spoken!

“You wanna Save the West? You wanna be a G like me? Come to G Con! You’ll get to meet like-minded guys from all over the world. There will be workshops, there will be drives in lambos, and there will be speakers from all corners of the earth! You’ll be able to meet up with me and I’ll make you into a G! Hurry though because seating is limited to only 50 hardcore G’s! Tickets are now available at the low price of $2999.97! This price is only available for a limited time, after that, they go up! So get in now while the getting is good! See you there!”

“Oh man!” Joey thought. “I have to do this! I have to go to G Con!”

Joey opened another tab on his browser and typed in his financial institution. After logging onto the website, he was dismayed to find that he only had $401.23 in his savings account.

“No matter,” Joey thought, “I’ll just log onto my credit card account and see what I’ve got available there.” A moment later, he was logged on and checking his current balance and available credit.

“Perfect!” He cried. “I’ve got just enough to buy my ticket to G Con!” A small whisper of worry niggled in the back of Joey’s mind, purchasing that ticket was going to max his credit card to the limit. “No worries,” he thought. “I’ll just see if I can get some overtime at work. I have to do this. I have to be a G.”

Joey went back to the G Club website, and purchased his ticket. After the sale had been approved, Joey was offered a one time only deal, where he could purchase the “Be A G Course” for the low price of only $199.97! Normally you couldn’t touch this course for anything less than $499.97, but today, and today only, right now, was his one chance. If he didn’t do it, that opportunity would be lost forever.

Joey clicked the “Add To My Purchase” button and bought the “Be A G Course.”

“Yes!” Joey exclaimed. “Finally I’m going to be a G!” He threw his fists up into the air. He then went back into the forums to see what else was going on. Apparently there was some new activity in the “Bangin’ Ho’s” section.

TomSawyerRush1 had put up a post, asking the forum on how to get the girls. Joey rolled his eyes and then he typed:

“That question has already been answered TomSawyerRush1, it’s in the F.A.Q. Next time, please read the F.A.Q. before asking a question that has already been answered. Noob.” Joey then hit enter. A moment later he saw his comment appear underneath TomSawyerRush1’s post, with his avatar and star to boot! God Joey felt so good saying that! He hated how these new guys would just come in and start asking questions that had already been dealt with a million times before. A few moments after he answered the original post, a host of other Potentiates swarmed on TomSawyerRush1, calling him all sorts of names and doing lol’s and high-fiving each other for their remarks. About five minutes later, a moderator called BeatinMeat, came on and locked the thread. Joey couldn’t stand BeatinMeat, he was such a pompous asshole.

Joey felt an immediate surge of guilt run through his body. How could he think something like that of BeatinMeat? The guy was an Inner Elite! Rumor had it that Inner Elite guys got personal attention from the Leader. They got one on one chat time once a month with Him for 10 minutes, and they even got His personal e-mail address where they could ask him anything they wanted at any time!

Joey was jealous of the Inner Elite guys. He couldn’t afford to become one of them, at least not yet. There was no way he could afford paying $299.97 a month to become a member of the Inner Elite. But he did see that the Leader was having a sale on his “Make Money Like A G Through Drop-Shipping” course, and it was available for a limited time for only $149.97!

Joey sighed and pulled out his debit card….

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No Free Lunch

Rob Says3 Comments
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Beware the stranger that comes bearing gifts

I was at a car show with my Dad and his buddies the other day. It was great to get out of the house and get away from everything that has been going on in my life, even if it was just for a few hours. It was great to be able to sit down, soak in the sun, drink a few beers, crack a shit ton of jokes, and listen and tell stories.

My Dad and his buddies are “baby boomers.” Almost all of them are in their mid to late 60’s or even early 70’s now. The majority of them are retired, including my Dad. The majority of them are blue collar, working/middle class guys. They’ve destroyed their bodies doing physical labor in order to make a living and support/provide for their families. Many of them were in the military at one point or another. These guys are “stand up” guys. Most of them, I’ve known them for over 20 years. They would give you the shirt off of their back to help you out, and expect nothing in return.

None of these guys have a social media profile. None of them are on Facebook. Most of them have no idea about Twitter, or what a tweet even is. The bullshit and drama that I see online doesn’t even exist for these guys. Maybe they are on to something here.

Their concerns are about their health, their families, making sure they have enough money now that they are retired to do the things they want to do, and to insure that they have enough to keep them in the lifestyles that they have created for themselves and have become accustomed to. Oh and their cars. Can’t forget about those. Don’t get me wrong, these guys would sell every last car they have in order to pay the bills and keep food on the table. A lot of the guys, my Dad included, consider their cars to be investments of a sort. Buying, restoring, and in many cases, selling cars is a “side hustle” for my Dad. It’s been pretty profitable for him too.

Hanging out with these guys, watching them interact with each other and with “outsiders,” it’s pretty amazing. The joking around, the ball busting, the stories. The lack of caring for things that don’t affect them, I learn from them each time I’m around them. Sometimes it’s something that somebody said. Most of the time, it’s from watching what they do. How they act. How they carry themselves. You’re not going to get an idea of how a man carries himself by reading a tweet. You usually won’t get it in a picture either. Most of the time you have to be there and see it for yourself. You have to see it with your own eyes.

Now I’ve painted the picture for you. I’ve hopefully laid the backdrop down.

So there we are, sitting, drinking, bullshitting, and in walks “Steve.”

Steve is a nice guy. He’s not one of the “inner circle,” but he hangs around the periphery. Most of the guys know who he is, and they all tolerate him to a degree. Thing is though, Steve used to be an “inner circle” guy. He messed that up though.

Steve came in, shook hands, cracked jokes, and told stories with the best of them. And the guys would smile and nod and be polite. Then they would go back to their original conversations almost like Steve wasn’t there. Almost like he had never spoke. Almost like he didn’t exist.

When I met Steve years ago, he was an articulate, well spoken, exuberant guy. Still is. He would do all sorts of favors for you, hell, you didn’t even have to ask. He knew all sorts of people, had all sorts of connections, and would be what some would consider a “man of influence.” Problem is, Steve would do all sorts of things for you and introduce you to all sorts of other people, and then he would expect something in return. Usually it was something that wasn’t worth the “favor” that he did for you. Usually his “payment” was more expensive that whatever it was that he did for you.

Steve did this type of thing to pretty much all of the guys in my Dad’s group. That’s how he ended up on the perimeter. That’s how he got himself “outcast.” They guys didn’t kick him out per se, but they distanced themselves from Steve when they realized that his “gifts” had strings attached. They limited their interactions with him. They started refusing his “gifts,” because let’s be honest here, they weren’t “gifts” if they had strings attached.

Beware the stranger, or even the so-called friend who comes bearing gifts. Especially when you either don’t know them at all, or you don’t know them well. My Brother Ryan, he lives in Illinois at this time. I’ve known him for over 20 years. We’ve seen each other through some serious shit. I’ve had his back, and he’s had mine. He shows up on my doorstep with a gift in hand, I’m not going to think twice about it. He’s giving me something because he wants to. There’s no strings attached.

But if I don’t know you, or I barely know you, and you show up bearing gifts, it’s a caution flag from me. “There’s no free lunch,” is something my Dad told me a long time ago. That little nugget has stood the test of time. There is no free lunch indeed. I hate to sound cynical, but when someone that I don’t know or I barely know shows up bearing gifts, my first thought is, “What’s in it for them? What’s their angle? What do they want from me in return?” This also applies when the gift or the favor is large. Especially when I don’t know the person or I barely know them.

Beware the stranger or even the casual acquaintance that comes bearing gifts. The price may be more than you would want to pay. Look for the hook. It’s in there somewhere. Somewhere there are strings attached, and the cost may be more than what its worth.

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Caveat Emptor

Rob Says2 Comments

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What does caveat emptor mean? It means: Let the buyer beware.

Right now the term Red Pill is getting a lot of press and momentum. There is even a movie about it. And it’s even mentioned in a TV series.

There’s also a fuck-ton of books, dvd’s, video’s, YouTube channels, online courses, and coaching out there.

A lot of people are capitalizing and making money on the term that is known as the Red Pill. Nothing wrong with that. Just be careful what you spend your time and money on. Much of it is fantastic. There’s even a subreddit that deals in it.

Something that Rollo Tomassi of the The Rational Male has said, and I’m going to shorten it and paraphrase it a little bit is this: If someone is offering you a “prescription” or a “12 step program”, they are trying to sell you something. Not all men are created equal. Not all systems and programs are going to work for everyone. Some guy on the internet is telling you that “You too can have any woman of your dreams! Looks, age, and money doesn’t matter!” You are being sold something. Chances are it’s bullshit. Looks matter. Your age CAN matter. Money CAN matter.

Unplugging from the matrix is hard. I won’t bullshit you. You will backslide. You will get complacent. You’ll get lazy and comfortable. You’ll want to fall back asleep and go back to your dreams and ideals of how things “ought” to be. You’ll assume that because you view reality a certain way, that that is how it is. It’s not. Reality just IS. It doesn’t give a shit what you think and it’s not going to be the way you think it ought to be.

I’m including a link to a video:

This video is about 2 hours and 25 minutes long. It’s not short. It’s worth the time to watch as these guys talk about “Purple Pill” coaches and the dangers, yes dangers, of getting sucked in to systems and programs that appear to help in unplugging, but can actually set you up for dependency on the system in question, or actually keep you in a Blue Pill ideal state. It can save you a lot of time, money, and heartache.

Take the time and watch it.

Thank me later.

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